I was 17 years old when Ciego de Ávila was the national headquarters of the Day against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia. That morning that the march came to Morón we were in recess time and, with all the bias of adolescence on our backs, my friends and I went to browse the Martí park.

I just found out that it was May 15, 2013. We, and a good part of the adults who were out there on errands, work, shopping and inconsequential routines, saw with different eyes those buses from which men and women got off in heels , colored flags, promoters of sexual health, euphoric people, calmer people; people who shouted, sang, danced or kissed; people who handed out condoms (who remembers those “bonanza” times of protection and contraceptives), people who looked you in the eye with the clear gesture of “look at me too”.

The school bell rang without us being able to hear it, but eventually, the conscience of good students called us inside. So far the only march I've seen, and from there, the reason for my comment.

That day must have been like any other preparation for the entrance exams, and we disconnected from the subject to connect with the future engineers, lawyers, journalists and health workers that we would be. In my memory, there is a jump from the morning to the moment in the afternoon when I told, at home, that I had gone. From the adults in my midst, I received surprise, silly concerns about my prestige and decency, and a repeated argument to rationalize prejudice. "Imagine, this town is not ready for those things." "They're going to create more rejection than acceptance." What need is there to make things so visible? Moreover, of course, the girl that she was erased her own experience and began to repeat all this, even in front of homosexual couples.

Homophobia hides in those middle terms. In that “I have gay friends who don't kiss in front of me”, but you do kiss with your partner in their presence. In that "Calendar should not show these scenes, because some children see it", the same children who have seen kisses, violence and sex scenes in every novel and movie seen at home. In that "you who are so open, have to respect my opinion", when your opinion is a mandate on the lives of others.

If I now pay attention to the story at the beginning, it is because the university, life, reading, and my education have allowed me to see when I "blamed" my privilege as a heterosexual, cisgender person, and that at that time I had the right of getting married, going out hand in hand with your partner and loving each other in public, over people who had none. I have lost the consensus on many issues with the generation before me; I have gained something called empathy.

I am not the one to talk about discrimination to access a job, about family dramas for "coming out of the closet", about acts of hate or contempt in the middle of the street, because I have not experienced it and, precisely on this day, it is the people who Yes, who has to be heard has done it.

Because assumptions always end up venerating appearances, we start without personal pronouns, just the "you" that fits the genre of ambivalences, because you can be Manuel and you can be María. However, there was a moment of agreement when it was no longer possible. Either she was a delegate from the Circumscription, or she was a delegate.

That is why I speak from that other prejudiced mass that has the hetero as a norm and morality as a rug to sweep under. It may seem radical to say it, but we have all been "educated" on homophobia, biphobia and transphobia. It has been "unlearned" by loving mothers who discover that love is above all that, it has been unlearned by specialists who study and produce science for a better society. We are achieving it, not at once, but questioning, little by little, things so simple that for the community (LGBTIQ+) are privileges, let's see if we can, little by little, convert them into rights.

In my case, I accept having those differences with my elders, if I can't change them. Luckily, it is a generational issue. Moreover, it is mine that will raise the next.